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Chapter 4: Mia
I ran, and ran, and ran, and, I think you can guess, ran.
I found a large pine tree and climbed up it. My father would never look for me in one of these. Hopefully.
After a while, I noticed I was still wearing the ring. The ring the brat prince gave me. The ring that said I was his.
"No, I'm not." I whispered. I tore it from my finger and threw it far away.
"What a shame," A voice said. "That was a pretty ring."
I looked up. The boy from earlier was on my upper right, smirking.
"I don't wear jewelry." I said. "Who are you?"
"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" He mocked.
I nodded.
"I'm Peter. Peter Pan."
"Funny name."
"Why are you here?" Peter asked. "Shouldn't you be with your father?"
"No," I said. "I am running away."
"Why?" He said. He disappeared and reappeared next to me.
"Well, it's a long story."
"Tell me anyway."
I told him about my life. When I was done, Peter smirked.
"What girl doesn't want to marry a prince?"
"Me," I said. "I am the kind of girl that doesn't want to marry a prince."
"Your different."
"Is that bad?"
"No."
"Good."
We probably would've talked more, but we heard rustling.
"If that is my father, tell him I am dead," I whispered to Peter. I got up, and jumped down from the tree, and climbed one that would hide me better.
He nodded, then jumped down from the tree.
"You looking for someone?"
My father and uncle appeared.
"Yes. Have you seen my daughter, Mia?"
"Yes, sadly. She was running and ran into some mermaids. They drowned her."
"You didn't save her? Bad form!"
"By the time I got to her, she was dead."
My father started crying. They went back to the ship, and left. Gone forever.
"I can't believe it," I whispered. "I'm free."
"Yes you are," Peter said, taking my hand. "It is good that you're here. I was getting pretty lonely."
"I'd be lonely too, if I live alone on this island."
"Yes. Do you know why people call this place Neverland?"
"No. Why?"
"Because," He lowed his voice, as if someone was listening to our conversation. "In Neverland, anything is possible, even flying. You never grow up, and it is fun and games all day and all night."
I was shocked.
"How old were you, you know, when you came here."
"I was 18, and that was 100 years ago."
I nodded.
"Mia," Peter whispered. I looked at him.
"Do you want to fly?"
A smile crept across my face.
He took out a small jar with green dust in it.
"Think of a happy thought," He said as she sprinkled the dust over us.
We started to rise up in the air. He took my hand, and we soared up into the night sky.
He showed me around the island, and I felt something I have never felt before in my life.